Lecture Hall Poetry

I was in my statistics class this morning and I noticed some verse scrawled in pencil on my little fold out desk. It was quite interesting so I thought I would share it. I cleaned it up a bit since some parts were smudged beyond recognition and added line breaks for effect.

College is only a moment.
It is not an ultimate judgement.
It does not depict the rest of your life.
It is but a poem.
A hellish laughter full of friends and thoughts.
You may have never herd, make no mistake.
You are telling a story, leaving a mark.

The End.
— an anonymous lecture hall desk vandal